Red is always strong, and impossible to ignore.

Red is the sweet berry juices that

Burst is your mouth

And run down your chin

And red is the prick of a thorn

When it bites into your skin and draws out blood.

Orange is sharp,

 but neither strong nor soft

Orange is the citrus taste of its fruit

And the shadows of a fire dancing

Behind closed eyelids.

Yellow is warm, always warm

And it’s the feeling of the sun on your skin

Or the uneven sand beneath your feet,

As you run and trip and run again.

Green is various.

Green is when you go to the beach

And the salty air is in your next breath.

Green is the smell when you rip open a leaf.

And it releases the smell of life and chance.

Blue is everywhere,

But to look at blue, it is like being in the water

And you feel it all around you.

Sometimes you are surrounded by rough and choppy waves

And sometimes it floats by you,

Soft and soothing

Purple is like the feeling of a petal

Between your fingers,

Delicate but strong

In its own manner.